Sandra O'Connell
  • Touch me

    I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.

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  • Voluntourism exposes Guatemala’s soul

    My first impression of Guatemala was one that made my eyes leak. The glassy ripple of a lake shimmered across my pupils as I witnessed a surprise homecoming at Guatemala City airport.

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  • Short Story: Lust

    Lust was unpredictable. Her lust had its big bang somewhere between 1992 and 1994. She didn’t know its name at the time. Only that it was hungry.

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  • Short Story: When the breeze comes

    Last November, I entered the Canada Writes Short Story competition. My entry didn't make the long list, but I thought I'd share it here.

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New York

Notes from a City

By On October 6, 2016

I’m sitting at a desk. In a large rented bedroom with a single bed, dresser drawers, and clothing rack. The ancient wood floors squeal when stepped on, much to the chagrin of… Read More


Shock vs Shush

By On August 18, 2016

There have been leaping jellybeans inside me. They made me move in ways I’ve never bent before. They made my heart ba-boom to the stars and back. They clenched my lungs into… Read More


Havana Journal part two

By On June 12, 2016

There are places you go, you travel, that just graze the skin. You’re there and you see and you enjoy but you’re never really inside the place and the place is never… Read More


Havana Journal part one

By On June 5, 2016

I found a Cuban coin in my purse today. And I wore sandals still coated with Havana’s streets. It’s been a month since I returned. And I swear there’s still dust in… Read More



By On April 19, 2016

I’m going steady with the number 18. It began on the adolescent sentimentality (read: unhealthy obsession) of a first kiss occurring on the 18th of February, 1994. From that moment on, I… Read More

La Vie Parisienne

A Literary Secret in Chinatown

By On April 2, 2016

Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog on December 8, 2015. I like secrets. I know you do too. The kind that bubble under your skin, aching to burst out, and pop… Read More